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The Art Of Love pt2

Penulis: Naughty- Naughty
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-18 00:00:11

You’ve waited long enough, haven’t you? That ache from Chapter 1 never really left. It’s been sitting deep in your cunt all this time, pulsing, dripping, keeping you wet and restless. Good. I wanted you desperate. I wanted you hurting for it.

Now spread your legs again. Wider than before. I want you obscene—knees bent, feet flat, thighs trembling from how open you are. Everything on display. Your pussy still swollen and slick from last time, lips puffy, clit peeking out like it’s begging to be tortured.

Look at yourself if you can. See how wet you still are? How your hole keeps fluttering, hungry for something thick to stretch it.

Touch yourself. No warm-up. Two fingers straight down your slit, gathering all that filthy juice, then drag it up and over your clit—hard. No mercy. Rub it fast from the very first second. Side to side. Brutal little flicks that make your hips jerk.

That’s it. Feel how sensitive you are already? How every stroke feels almost too much, too sharp, too raw? Per
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